A Reflection on Pentecost and the Gifts We've Left Unopened by Lori Wilson I've been thinking about that upper room. Imagine it, the disciples huddled together behind locked doors, grief still raw, confusion still thick in the air. Jesus had risen, yes. They had seen him. And still, they were afraid. Afraid of what the authorities might do. Afraid, perhaps, of what it would mean to actually step out and be who he had called them to be. Fear has a way of keeping us small, doe